Fabricante de Mentiras

He was a Liar Manufacturer
he had cardboard stories.
His life was a tin fable
his eyes were neon lights.
And never have faith
that his lies can bring pain.

She was a typical innocent
black shoes, cotton stockings
who was only happy at school,
who never had love on her skin.
It's useless to say
that what they told her she believed.

They will want to know the end of our story,
some may be able to imagine it,
the girl who without shame and without glory
lost her stockings and her chastity.
It is necessary to condemn
those who mock our morals.
But there is something that no one can explain:
Why does the girl laugh
instead of crying?